In my office I have a list that says passwords all nonsens and just as a decoy. I have a system that I use for rotation woth a visual reminder (by association, not directly) somwhere in my office

Considering the polish diaspora all over Europe this is ironic…

They are staple flod in Norway, or used to be. To such an extent that one of the traditional christmas dishes has rutabaga/swede mash as a side dish.

Rich in vitamin C, so I have heard it being called the “Orange of the North”

Incidentally potato is called that in old dialected Norwegian as well(Archaic as its not really used anymore)

Balding thank you very much!

“Meitemark” in Norwegian. Which is a strange word when I considered it, so I looked it up. Meite is the word for fishing with edible/biological bait. So that makes sense.

Meite probably comes from norse “meita” from cut/slice from the meaning to do a stabbing motion.

This makes no sense.

I switxh between three different la gauge. Ny Autocorrect is fu ked up

Every one knows Teletubbies are eloids living inside the dome. We just never see the night when the Morlocs comes out to eat them

Was sure that you were tricking me, but turned out a good click. Even tho’ this is how you all lost The Game

Heyooh. Ba-bum-dis :)

Thats called a Blerch.

https://theoatmeal.com/comics/running

Eat the whole cake, eat the whole goddamn thing. You earned it somehow

We are part of the EEA. The agreement between the EU and the remaining EFTA members. (Norway, Iceland, Lichtenstein and Switzerland.) For Norway’s part it means we adopt the legislation as national law (we can veto, but seldom happens) and are part of the inner market but not the customs union. Also special agreements on energy (oil) agriculture and fishing. We have no representation in the parliament or the commission. We participate on beurocratic level but cannot vote on anything. (I represent Norway in two 'group of experts" and two administrative cooperation groups) GoE discusses things on a higher level AdCo lower level and market surveillance. We have a voice, but always a little bit apart.

Yeah. Fuck you! /s

Being born august 79 i am bordercase of both horrible generations

Welcome to “gun people who hate gun people”

Thats a great feeling. I did extremely low level tech support for other students while at uni. in 2003 (Think issuing user names, filling copy paper, sorting out storage space allocation on the shared drives.) Small part time job that paid for boze. A girl came in with a 3.5" floppy disk on the verge of tears and said she couldn’t get the file on it. It was her master thesis and the only place she had stored it. We still had floppy disk drives and I slitted it in and used a dos shell to acess a: but nothing. No disk in drive. I took the floppy out and noticed that the metal protection of the actuall disk (that soft plastic circle) didn’t slide properly. To me it looked like the spring was just to worn and had no tension. Took it off and could then access the files on it. Error was that the spring wasn’t able to slide the metal protector away when inserted into the reader.

Copied the files to her “home” area, sent a copy by email and gave her a new floppy with the files and told her about the importance of back ups.

The sheer look of relief and gratitude was priceless.

Also depending on how often it is “used” When I did my conscription service in Norway we had G3 magazines with ammunition issued for sentry duty. That is the same magazines were kept in the camp guard office and then handed over to whoever was going out for sentry duty. (But you used your own weapon) There were always a full squad of 10 + 1 sergeant and 2 officer on duty. So 13 magazines. Once I was on duty I counted the rounds and the spring was so broken from the constant tension it was only able to lift the five first cartridges. Then the sergeant checked the rest and all were broken. We tried actual loading and about five cartridges were chambered. End of semi pointless story? My boredom created a new SOP for guard magazines.

Hell dry oatmeal has 10-17g/100g if my memory serves me right.